Wednesday, May 07, 2008

QOTD

Each of us had his own reason for coming to the Superdome on April 11-12. Renamed "Super Love," the stadium that became a national symbol for violence and neglect during Katrina was now hosting the 10-year anniversary extravaganza of V-Day, the annual vagina-themed observance to end abuse against women, the capstone of which features Eve Ensler's ubiquitous play, The Vagina Monologues.

Some of us probably came after we heard the ruckus that resulted when Monologues regular Jane Fonda dropped the c-bomb while publicizing the event on the Today Show. Others might have been drawn by Mayor Ray Nagin, ever game to embarrass his city, who welcomed Ensler and company by christening himself a "vagina-friendly mayor. I am in!" Still others just wanted to see Oprah, even if Oprah ended up bagging the event, leaving attendees settling for Oprah's best friend, Gayle.

But if there's one reason we all came, it was to celebrate our vaginas. Not me, necessarily. I don't have one, strictly speaking. But I know a lot of people who do. And I came to celebrate theirs.

> if the research on how often you guys think about sex is close to reality.

It isn't. We think about it waaay more often than that.

It's how we're programmed. Those guys who didn't think about it got shit-canned from the gene pool 100,000 generations ago.

> Very few women spend their time thinking about getting into a good vagina.

No, you think about how to get into a good bank account. That's how you're programmed: Food, Shelter, Warmth. The women who didn't think about those things constantly died in labor 100,000 generations ago.

(Note: those above are all broad, general statements. Individual participants must apply them with suitable consideration for their applicability in any individual circumstance)

P.S. I've always liked LaBash. He did a great series many years ago on D.C.'s Red Light Cams. A long (5 parts!) but vrey well-written piece. He thoroughly demolishes the entire Red Light Camera concept as an enforcement technique.